Oh Davey, fear.

Hm, I fear being splashed in the face. It sucks. Maybe it's derived from my years of wearing make up and the ever-present fear of it getting ruined, I dunno, but I hate being splashed in the face.

I also fear the death of a loved one that is a part of my daily life, which narrows it down. My great grandma died a couple months ago at the beautiful age of ninety-two, and it broke my heart. I love that woman.

BUT ANYWAY

I fear someone snooping through my belongings, primarily because I'm paranoid.

I'm afraid of losing a limb or an eye or something of the like. I fear it irrationally. Ridiculously.

I have a fear of the color pink. It's mild, but it's there.

I'm afraid of clothes in a bathtub of water because of this hellish nightmare I had when I was a kid. Ew.

I am TERRIFIED of being burned alive. WORST fear. I'd rather bleed to death. or drown, much rather, or starve. I could handle that. Not fire. Noooo fire.

I have this really weird fear, it doesn't happen as much anymore, but sometimes when I'd get dehydrated, my throat would get so dry that it would, I guess you could say, stick, and it would make me gag, and I always feared that I would be suddenly super thirsty like in class or in public and not be able to get a drink and end up throwing up.
A very embarrassing thought...

But yes, I think my worst fear is aliens. I had horrific dreams of being abducted when I was a kid and I'd watch them do tortuous and unthinkable things to my mother, and I would wait next to her, petrified with fear because I knew I was next.

*Shudders*

I hate aliens.